Chapter 360: Fierce Battle, Loss, Determination

There is no suspense in the contest between firearms and bows and arrows, especially the contest between artillery and bows and arrows.

The will to fight of the Tile Thorn Archers was already something they could be proud of in front of their ancestors, and after the Jiang Army's artillery began to fire, they still insisted on firing two rounds before they began to rout.

The frequency of artillery fire was much slower than that of arquebuses, but after each round of bombardment, there were a large number of casualties, and several of the Tile Spur officers who stood at the front to vigorously supervise the battle were all killed under the artillery fire, and the horses, although blindfolded, also scattered and fled.

Some even went straight into the rushing river, and more rushed towards the crowd, and the troops of the tile spurs finally could not support it and began to retreat, without the organization of officers, and the bombardment of artillery shells, and soon this retreat turned into a rout.

The big fire in the wooden fence is always burning, under the reflection of the firelight, you can vaguely see the scene opposite, Jiang Feng dragged over with red eyes and dragged the captain of the guard who was carrying the cannonballs, and said loudly:

"Let those guards get on their horses and chase them for me, chase as far as you can, and cut them down for me if you don't move!!"

The captain of the guard was stunned for a moment, and then gathered his men and ran towards the back of the camp, now the shooting of bows and arrows has stopped, and there is no need to worry about protection.

The guards and Jiang Feng's regimental training were already on horseback, but this preparation was obviously not to go out to fight, it looked like he was ready to escape at any time, the captain of the guard yelled a few words viciously there, obviously there was no reaction, Jiang Feng was furious, called the leaders of his two teams, and commanded:

"If you don't move over there, you're going to shoot me with a fucking gun!"

Jiang Feng was already about to turn the cannon around and open fire, when he saw the captain of the guard over there pull out his knife and cut down one of the guards who couldn't defend himself, stepped on his horse, and shouted viciously:

"Rush me, otherwise, you won't be able to live, and your parents, wives and children won't want to live!"

This naked threat, as well as the extension of Jiang Feng's poor training of the soldiers, the cavalry of the guards finally moved, most of Jiang Feng's guards were on horses, rushing to the front and squeezing over the gap, rushing towards the scattered tile spur soldiers, the biggest casualties on the battlefield in the era of cold weapons were not in the battle, but when chasing and killing the rout, and now it is like this, although the guards are afraid of being shot by the dense rain of arrows, but after all, they did not do it all night, it can be said that they are in a state of recuperation, people are on horses, Stirred by the bloody breath in the air.

Cut down the enemy in front of him, the courage was suddenly heroic, as long as the soldiers on Jiang Feng's side could get on the horse, they were sent out to pursue, Jiang Feng took the rest of the people to drive the slaves, and constantly piled firewood and firewood outside the wooden fence, lit the fire, and lit the cavalry in front.

The iron egg quickly arranged for people to repair the wooden fence with the stored wood, and the rough wooden stakes were nailed into the original pit and filled with loose soil, and the original state was quickly restored.

When Mutua stood in the middle of the formation and heard the cannon fire on the opposite side, he immediately closed his eyes in pain, and a scream came towards him, he knew that this attack was probably a failure, and when the guards rushed out, everyone knew that the general situation had gone.

Guarded by dozens of personal cavalry, Mutua sighed and mounted his horse and ran towards Bandi Khan's camp.

Jiang Feng's ammunition can fight more than a dozen rounds at most, this is still the result of dispatching slaves to find all the shells that can be found outside, and after an hour, it should be around the time of arrival, the elated guards returned to the camp, the guards plus Jiang Feng's own soldiers, there are also more than 2,000 horsemen, this time they rushed out, the soldiers of the tile spurs were completely unintentionally resistant, and the soldiers were defeated like a mountain, and many people did not die in the pursuit of behind, but died in trampling on each other and drowning in the turbulent river.

The Tile Mongols have not fought such a vicious battle for a long time, and it is completely dependent on the suppression of the warlords and the cover of the big bow to hold on until now, but the power of the artillery, although it is the power of light artillery, is still too shocking for them.

In the fierce battle of one day and one night, nearly 6,000 of Mutua's more than 10,000 forwards were killed or wounded, which can be said to have completely destroyed their combat effectiveness.

However, in Jiang Feng's camp, there was no sign of happiness at all. Looking at the corpses that were piled up in a pile and being burned, Jiang Feng's heart was like a knife, since he started his army, the headquarters of the Jiang family army had never suffered so many casualties, and in the fierce battle just now, there were more than 500 people who died in white-knives combat, and more people died under the big bow at close range.

In the training system of the Jiang Jiajun, although the civilian regimental training is not equipped with arquebuses, there are about 100 arquebuses per 1,000 people, and each regimental training must have training in the use of arquebuses, and as for the training of spearmen, that is what every regimental training envoy must do.

The gap in the soldiers can be immediately filled with the capable manpower in the regimental training, but the combat experience is not so easy to replenish, Jiang Feng's Huazhou army infantry is about 11,000 people, and the naval army is about 5,000 people, which are incomparably precious wealth for him.

For Jiang Feng, these people are to be used as seeds, they are the seeds in Jiang Feng's great ambition in the future, and they will grow into towering trees one by one. But he died in the battle with the Tile Thorns, Jiang Feng looked at the fire that burned the corpse in silence, his guards were guarding him from afar, and the others did not dare to come forward, Jiang Feng looked at the fire, and said in a low but categorical voice:

"Outside the gate is mine, no one can snatch it from my hands!!"

In the battle with the Tile Spur Army, Jiang Feng did not intend to use the regimental training and the guards as cannon fodder, in a place like the river valley, the brave win when they meet on a narrow road.

If the soldiers at the front retreated, then these soldiers would follow the chaos in the valley, which was also after their own guards rose up and rushed out, and the Mongol soldiers of the Tile Thorn became more and more severe, until finally the large battalion of the vanguard was scattered.

Although he was victorious, there were still 50,000 or 60,000 people in the Watts, and the reinforcements did not know when they would arrive, and the firearms and ammunition they relied on were about to run out.

However, Jiang Feng denied his own statement in an instant, the large force of the Tartar cavalry went to the plains, and the power of the moment was fully exerted, and the foundation that was finally built outside the gate was about to be destroyed like this, and it would be difficult to recover when the time came, Jiang Feng thought viciously, even if it was destroyed, he had to destroy it himself.

The six artillery pieces were nervously cleaning the chambers, and Jiang Feng was there and the leader of the artillerymen gave orders:

"From now on, you must stay in front of the artillery, as long as the other side fires bows and arrows, you can fire, if you shoot a shot, watch your head!"

The leader of the artillery didn't know why he had such an order, but he nodded and went down, and Tie Dan arranged for Minzhuang to use the broken iron armor and some skins taken from the corpses of the Mongol soldiers to nail them to the top of the artillery hut to strengthen the wooden house's defensive capabilities.

After these battles, Jiang Feng knew that the only thing that could pose a threat to himself was this big bow, as long as the big bow was there, the artillery with a longer range would open fire, Jiang Feng believed that as long as the other party was shooting arrows, his artillery here would bombard it.

In the absence of knowing each other's reality, the Mongols would use their archers to send them to death in a row, sending them to death more than a dozen times. While he was thinking about it, Jiang Feng heard the iron egg on the side who was urging the people and slaves to work viciously shouted:

"You bastards, hurry up and clear the trees and firewood on the side of the fire, and fill in you bastards when the water is gone!"

The roar over Tie Dan probably felt that he was too loud, and when he looked back, Jiang Feng was paying attention here, and hurriedly said with a smile:

"Master, now the sky outside the gate is dry, if the fire goes out, the whole mountain will be burned like pouring oil, and then the smoke and fire will be troublesome."

Jiang Feng looked at the mountains on both sides in contemplation, and after a while, he suddenly spoke:

"Don't sleep tonight, cut down all the trees in this direction in the wooden fence, pile them up, and what are you doing there, it's our own soldiers who fight and die, are they still tired! Go ahead and arrange it! “

Tie Dan had rarely seen Jiang Feng teach people so harshly, he nodded his head again and again, and ran down to reprimand those slaves in a harsher tone and voice.

The people picked up their weapons and put them in front of the wooden fence that had been repaired to guard, and the corpses outside that should be burned were piled up and burned, plus the fires that were lit for lighting, although it was the Mid-Autumn Festival outside the gate, it was still a burst of heat.

The fatigue of fighting all night finally dissipated, Jiang Feng believed that even the Tile Thorn army would not have any spirit to attack, tonight's battle of this intensity, I believe that the Tartar soldiers have suffered a heavy setback in both morale and courage, if they can still organize their spirits and continue to fight, then they are not the army of the Tile Thorns, but the army of Genghis Khan, who was rampant in Europe and Asia.

Sure enough, until dawn, there was no movement, everyone took advantage of this short time to rest, when Jiang Feng got up, a subordinate handed a bowl of boiling water, and when he was about to bow his head to drink, the bowl suddenly trembled.

A new battle is about to begin......